Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume Two Issue Three     

 

Louis Marie Harrod

"The sunlight has never heard of trees"
                  A. R. Ammons
              
So I ask
as it tangles through the branches
don’t you see what you are doing
with your balloon of light?
I say
watch the hawthorne with its prods
the pine with its pins.
What would we do
if it suddenly began
raining stars?